Dear Lover,
I’m laying here pretending you are holding me, kissing my neck; I am missing
your voice, your conversation. I think I love you, I prey you love me. Because being in-
love consists of us both. I yearn for your thoughts; I want to be inside your head. I am
missing your touch, the warmth of your skin, the feeling of being safe. I wish I knew
how you felt; I wish I could read your mind. And I am just missing you and every little
thing that makes you mine and makes me love you
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